Vanya flew down from the monster dorms, landing softly on the grass below. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling loose the knots and tangles that came with flying. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she pulled out a few leaves, sticks and even a small bug, flicking them all away. It was easy to get around but Jack, it was annoying.
When she deemed herself preened enough, she took stance and began working through her forms. A mixture of dancing and fighting, she moved gracefully and with ease. A spin here, a leap there. Here a flip. The field she practiced in was not secluded. She was, in fact, in quite a heavily populated area of the campus. It was intentional, of course, as she loved putting on a show and feeling like the center of attention.
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Vanya's a harpy who wear as little clothing as possible. She's always wearing shiny trinkets. Dorm
